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I can’t escape encounters with birds-they poop on me and my things and sing about it lol! This evening a ‪#‎BlueJay‬ flew on the patio and landed on the table. The cats went bazerk and scared her off. That didn’t stop her. She kept flying into the yard getting as close as she could to me. As a child I remember the Blue Jay being important. Come to find out the Cherokee people believe that Blue Jays mean royalty, energy, and enthusiasm. And that when Blue Jay medicine grabs your attention it is asking you to embrace your God-given assets. Blue Jay reminds you that when you walk into a room, you do not have to call attention to yourself because you already have the worlds attention, all you have to do is respond to it. Wow, That was spot on! I didn’t capture her face good lol! -Thee Amazing Grace #theeamazinggrace #gracieberry

when people of color say that “natural hair” isn’t sexy, you’re right, it’s so much more! get yo self together. being of melanin is divine. get into falling in love with yo self to be your endless possibility. ‪#‎theeamazinggrace‬ ‪#‎girlrillavintage‬ ‪#‎gracieberry‬

#‎tbt‬ i remember exactly where i stood-in the living-room, next to the french doors in my apartment on e. clay st. it was hot in the early summer of #2010. i had just turned 30 in march of that year and was having defeating thoughts about aging and he always made me feel ageless and beautiful. he was brilliant. he captured the parts of me that i valued less at that time and made me love them. thank you for that.
‪#‎theartist‬ was ‪#‎oncemylover‬ and is ‪#‎myfriend‬

I think the major problem I have with dating is the whole, “play hard to get” vibe. If we digging each other why are we “playing” aside from pleasuring each other? I don’t overstand. Like my homegirl Kim Katrin Milan said, “if you love them at 4am text them and tell them.” I don’t want to hold back how I feel just because of what society tells me is “normal” timing in relationships. I want to reach out when I feel it without fear that I’m being annoying or pushing one away. We know what it is and most know what we want, so yea…I don’t need 9 inch nails in my glitter. I need more glitter. Attractive & honest vibes come to me. -Thee Amazing Grace #gracieberry

In my youth I needed closure from everyone I felt hurt by. It was so intense that I would spend countless hours drafting letters trying to convince them that the “only” way I could “move on” was through the many ways they could give me closure. In my aged wisdom I realize that those things were excuses to keep them around and to get their attention in hopes of changing the hurt. I’m learning that closure is mine-really. This is not to say that I don’t experience hurt feelings from unresolved issues, but I’m aware now that it is not their responsibility to give me closure. Also that ‪#‎discomfort‬ is normal and ‪#‎we‬ choose how we move on which is priceless in our healing. One ❤ #theeamazinggrace #gracieberry

I’m picking myself apart for you. I’ve been crying on an off for days. My heart feels like a heavy wet rag just sitting on top of a sink. I can feel the sun and see that it is beautiful and bright outside, but I don’t want to go outside to catch a glimpse. No one’s words are comforting, not even your own. I ask questions I know answers too. You got me wanting to cast a voodoo spell just to get your attention. I wanted to free your loins that so far have been in chains, enslaved. I can feel it from your walk as if you’re carefully walking a tight rope. I could feel your heart beating and your eyes shifting when I came close to face. I wanted what I did and that is fact. Never felt the vengeance of this type of rejection. Never had my heart broken so beautifully-you brought forth the spirit of my ancestors and I was humble for it, yet I was sad for my own hands that only wanted to lift your thighs back and suck for dear life between your legs-brush my breast up against. I only wanted to sound my sweet moans in your ears like secret melodic, high pitch verses, echoing off the walls. I only wanted to kiss gentle and rough. I dreamt of your weighted hips crashing into mine from behind places. I fantasized waking up in heated sweat with your length stretched the distance to hold me. I tear up because I’m in lust with you. I had unfinished business that never got the chance to bloom. I feel sick and incapable of seeing clearly. I don’t want to see clearly. I want to see you. I want to see your brown and ancient body, masculine, insecurity on top of my my soft shake, strength like walls that fold down over, only when you enter. My sadness is lust and I want out-its driving me to think and think and think and think. Turn me off.